The Condition Poem by Dazibella Dunham

When it has you,
Nothing is real
And reality is too much to face.
Everything becomes a struggle
And nothing pushes you to really live.
A tear is not sadness.
It is only a release.
It clears you and frees you.
A tear is, in truth, happiness waiting to fall.
The real sadness cannot be truly seen.
No matter ow twisted a face becomes.
You feel it like a sinking heat in your core.
A pull on your chin towards the hell at your feet.

When it takes you
The dead can only thuroughly explain.
However, we - with the condition - can say something of the ledge.
The place right before THE place it takes you.
Your suddenly far too aware.
Your insight suddenly sees too far in.
A wise man once said, 'If you stare into the abysse for long, eventually the abysse stares back into you.'
We - with the condition - stare down the abysse too fearlessly.
Without a care of death outside reality.
At the ledge we tend to indulge.
Creatures who feedon dark feelings - fascinated with them.
Only some can purge them temporarily.
But none can fight off the demon for good.
The condition doesnt die until you do.